It shall be my pleasure to remedy it. First, it is not your strength or your speed that draws me. It's your...everything. Your laugh, your wit, your emotions and the way they change. Your courage, your sweetness, your near obsessive delight in cookies. Second, you are indeed a prize. You've made me want what no one else ever had. A communion of bodies." -Zacharel to Annabelle
Gena ShowalterHer little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized sheโd made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her. โLet me go!โ โIn a minute.โ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. โHit like this.โ Done, he released her.
Gena ShowalterOnce I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.
Gena ShowalterTHE WOMAN WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, and not because she was stronger and more vicious than he was. Which, if he thought about it, she was. Heโd never ripped a manโs throat out with his teeth, and he was damned impressed that Gwen had. Sheโd made the Lords of the Underworld look like marshmallows.
Gena ShowalterHe reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird again). Dude looked ready to rustle cattle or something.
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